Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 23 ~ For the Sake of a Potions Master

As he moved against the witch, Severus was aware of her warmth, the beating of her heart, the blood pulsing through her veins. Sweet, hot blood. He released her, his black eyes reddening again, but the glow subdued, dull inside his dark pupils.

"Undress," he said hoarsely.

Hermione looked up at him, frozen and heated. She wasn't able to comply. The glow in the Potions Master's eyes brightened.

"Undress," Severus said, baring his teeth again, the elongated eyeteeth glistening in the torchlight. "Obey me."

Hermione felt a warmth spreading over her, and suddenly all she wanted to do was obey the wizard. Severus watched as she caught the hem of her nightgown and drew it up over her head slowly, revealing white knickers, full hips, a flat belly, and large breasts. She pulled the silk over her head, her hair falling wildly over her shoulders. Then she dropped the gown, bent and removed her knickers, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them. She straightened and looked up at him.

Severus hissed at her, his cock bouncing, one pale hand rising to her breast and fondling its fullness, his reddened eyes locked to her face as she gasped at the contact. He brought up the other and grasped her other breast. He manipulated both of them, his thumbs brushing her nipples to hard peaks.

Hermione's eyes closed and she shuddered, then groaned at the feel of his hands on her breasts. The wizard suddenly released her, lowered his head to her throat and gave it a long, wet lick, sighing. Suddenly he lifted the aroused witch against him, baring his teeth and began nibbling on her neck, feeling the pulse of blood beneath it. His hands slipped under her buttocks, holding her aloft, her knees on either side of his waist, the witch's head slung back, offering her throat to his mouth, her arms slipping around his neck reflexively as she moaned, feeling his body pressed against hers.

Hermione still held her wand in her hand, and barely managed to whisper a contraceptive spell as the wizard's mouth moved over her. The wand clattered to the floor as she surrendered, clinging to the wizard wantonly as he moved his mouth over her neck and shoulders. There was something erotic and frightening about the Professor's teeth scraping the flesh of her throat, his warm lips suckling, his long tongue lashing. He felt so good.

"Gods, Professor," the witch groaned.

"Severus," the wizard hissed against her ear. "I want my name on your lips when I take you."

Severus claimed her mouth, starting to slide her body against his hungrily, his tongue wrapping around hers. One hand slipped lower under her buttocks, his fingers pressing into her core, rubbing her clit as he fell back to her neck. Hermione jerked and moaned louder shuddering against the wizard as he manipulated her core. She was under Severus' influence now, past fear, aching and empty. The witch tightened her hold on his neck, groaning into his mouth as wetness poured over his long, expert fingers.

"Yes…yes," he whispered against her throat, before pulling back and looking into her half-closed eyes. They were so heated.

"Now," he said in a low voice, staring into her face as he walked with her, not toward the bed, but to the wall, resting her back against it.

Hermione was vaguely aware of coming into contact with hard coldness, and some lucidity came back to her. She flexed in his arms, her eyes widening, fear fighting with desire.

"Against the wall?" she whispered to him, "No Severus…the bed. Please, the bed. It's my first time."

The wizard hesitated, his red eyes glaring at her hungrily.

"Please…" Hermione said again, meeting his frightening eyes.

Severus turned and carried the witch to the bed, falling forward, landing on top of her, raising up on his hands and looking down at her body, his hips nestled between her thighs. He reached between their bodies and gripped his cock, resting the length of it against Hermione's pussy and rubbing it back and forth over her labia and clit, hissing as he ground against her firmly, letting her juices bathe his shaft.

"Oh gods," Hermione groaned as his huge cock slid back and forth over her pussy, his body flexing above her, his dark, glowing eyes locked to her face, watching her react to him as he emulated the sex act against her, preparing her for the real thing. Severus began to roll his pelvis in a circular motion, stimulating the witch even more, and she arched against him desperately.

Suddenly the witch whispered something, and the wizard stopped moving, his teeth slightly bared as he looked down at her. Hermione's eyes were glistening.

"I m doing this to save you, Severus. Please remember that," she whispered up at him. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and into her hair as Severus looked down on her.

"I know," he said with an effort, "but you still want me. Without Vashti."

So the wizard knew that she was attracted to him without the vampiress' influence. Hermione hoped that mattered to him. She hoped deep down in his human side, he felt something other than the urge to mate. She hoped he knew what she was sacrificing.

Severus shifted, then caught Hermione's legs under his arms, lifting them and spreading them wide. He gazed down between her glistening inner thighs, at her hardened clit, at her hymen. The wizard licked his lips.

"You will give me your blood," he hissed at the witch as he positioned his cock at her entrance. His red eyes locked on her face and he bared his teeth again, "You will give me everything,"

Hermione looked down at the wizard's enormous organ, poised against her. He was so big and thick. Gods, if there had been any other way to save him…

The wizard trembled for a moment, then plunged into Hermione, tearing through her hymen and filling her completely with his length and girth as the witch screamed, digging her nails into his back. Severus threw his head back, hissing in pleasure at her tightness and the pain. He could smell the blood of her broken maidenhead, and the redness in his eyes grew brighter. Just like in the witch's dream, the Potions Master pulled out of her and dropped to his knees.

Severus snarled fully now, his white teeth and long eyeteeth exposed in the torchlight. He looked frightening and for a moment, Hermione was afraid he was going to sink his teeth into her core. But he didn't. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and began to lick her, drinking in the blood of her deflowerment and pleasuring her, soothing the torn skin with his tongue. His teeth did graze her, but didn't hurt.

Hermione writhed, and the Potions Master dug his fingers into her thighs, forcing her to cease her movements as she cried out, then began to shudder, her climax approaching. Severus raised his head, her blood coating his lips as he licked them clean, his red eyes dulling until they were fully black and resting on the squirming witch before him, heating up with desire as she writhed, moaning. She orgasmed.

"One lust sated," he breathed, "One more to go, witch" he breathed at the undulating witch.

The wizard pulled Hermione downward so her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed, straightened between her thighs, and slowly entered her again, the witch groaning as his thick cock penetrated her. The Potions Master gripped the witch by her tiny waist with both hands, his fingertips almost touching, pulling her down around him, his loins resting against Hermione's ass.

"Mmmmmm," the Potions Master said as he slipped her body over him, Hermione's sleeve pulsing, wet and hot, clutching his thickness. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him helplessly, her lips parted as bliss washed over her, his hard cock entering and stretching her to what felt like her limit. Hermione had been afraid, but he felt so good inside her, rigid, hot and huge. She wanted him closer and shifted her hips reflexively.

The wizard smirked at this.

"Never mind about working up to me, Hermione. Looks like you've already graduated," the Potions Master hissed, loving the way she looked at him. Her eyes said "more."

Severus cocked his head, drew his hips back and thrust into the witch again, harder this time and she buckled, crying out, half-rising from the bed and falling back when he hit bottom. The Potions Master held himself deep inside Hermione, pressing his loins forward so she could feel the head of his cock digging into her cervix, his black eyes glittering like diamonds. He leaned over her, his elbows resting on either side of her shoulders

"Yes, that hurt didn't it?" Severus breathed at her.

"Yes," Hermione gasped

"Do you want me to hurt you some more?" he asked her, feeling her pussy shuddering around him. He gave her a couple of short, teasing thrusts, both stimulating and frustrating the witch as he waited for her answer. He knew what it would be.

Hermione panted up at Severus, need coursing through her body. His cock had hurt, but he had driven right into the middle of the ache throbbing deep inside the witch. It was a sweet collision, one that pleasured even as it pained. Yes…yes she wanted to feel it again. To feel him again.

"Yes," she said with such longing the wizard felt a twinge in his chest. "Do it to me again, Severus."

A dark light lit up the Professor's eyes as she gave her answer.

"I knew it," he breathed, "I knew you'd like this, witch."

Lifting his hips high, Severus started stroking into the witch hard and deep, growling his pleasure, his loins slapping against her spread thighs, listening to her voice rise as her nails raked his back. He laid all eleven inches to Hermione, twisting his hips, jerking her body roughly as he claimed the new territory of her body, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, velvety warmth, the walls of her channel sucking and pulling his shaft deliciously. The Potions Master's mouth dropped open as the feeling became sweeter, his back locking, delight taking over as the witch surrendered, crying out his name. He was her first, and she was loving what he gave her…he couldn't stop giving it to her, his black eyes fixed to her contorting face, every stroke causing a new cry, a new expression, the witch's face twisting side to side.

Severus dropped on her, covering her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue deep inside in a passionate double penetration of her body, the witch crying out into his mouth as he hunched into her, digging his feet into the floor and fucking the shit out of the woman under him. He had such hunger burning inside him, he wanted Hermione to burst, to explode, to release every bit of repressed passion she contained for him.

All Hermione knew was the heat of the Potions Master's mouth, the feel of his hard body flexing against hers and ache of his cock inside her, huge, hungry, insatiable, claiming her. Hermione no longer belonged to herself, but to this strong, passionate wizard burying himself inside her, drawing out her need and her weakness, freeing her even as he imprisoned her beneath his stroke. Yes, she had turned him, but now he was turning her away from a passionless existence, away from the fear of intimacy. He had used his body, inserted himself like a key into her locked passageway and opened her up wide. That door would never be locked again. She cried out as she began to pitch over the edge, driven by the wizard's body, her legs locking around him.

Severus felt the witch's legs wrap around him as her pussy begin to tighten around his cock like a vise, her soft walls clamping down on him with such pressure that it took a great effort to continue driving into her. He groaned, feeling the tightening of his own body, the prelude to explosion and tried his best to merge with her, his pale body seeming to spasm as she screamed, her orgasm gushing over him, so hot it seemed to be boiling and he let out his own shout, thrusting into her body as far as he could go, straining inside her, his release blasting through him powerfully, filling the quaking, shuddering witch beneath him with hot, creamy come.

"Shit!" he gasped, kissing Hermione deeply as he pulsed inside of her, feeling as if his soul were pouring out of him, light-headed and ecstatic as his seed filled her. It was one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced.

He lay heavily against the witch, his back stinging. Hermione had clawed him like a little tiger, but he had a thing for pain, and it was a welcome ache. He reveled in the feel of her soft, curvaceous body panting under him, lifted his head and looked at her.

Hermione's eyes were closed, her hair strung across her face and her tongue moving over her lips as the last pulses of her orgasm slowed. She was glowing. The Potions Master had a sense of extreme satisfaction as he looked down at the witch. He had taken her to the heights, the first man to ever do so.

Immediately the wizard felt his stomach clench with possessiveness. The witch was passionate, even wanton. He had unlocked her passion…he hoped that for a little while at least, she would keep it just for him. He had so much more he wanted to teach her, wanted to experience with her.

He brushed her hair from her face, and her eyes opened. They were soft as they looked up at him.

"You survived me. All of me," the wizard said to her softly.

"Yes, I did," she whispered, looking up at him, suddenly feeling a bit shy about what had passed between them. "Do you feel like leaving now?" she asked him.

"No. I only feel you," he responded.

"Good," she sighed, suddenly feeling very, very tired. Her eyelids fluttered.

"I'm sleepy," she said softly, shifting under him.

Severus studied her.

"I imagine you are," he replied. He kissed her mouth, then moved off of her, rolling on his back, his feet resting on the floor. They hadn't made it into the bed properly. Hermione stirred.

"I should go," she said, making a weak effort to sit up.

Severus' black eyes shifted toward her, then he turned his head to look at her.

"I don't want you to go. Stay here tonight Hermione," he said.

She was silent a moment. Gods, she was so tired, but she didn't want to invade his space.

"But…" she began.

"Vashti might try to summon me again. I'll need you if that happens," Severus said.

He doubted the vampiress could call him right now. He still felt Hermione strongly. But the witch didn't know that.

"All right," Hermione said sleepily, "I'll stay."

Severus sat up with an effort, then grabbed the witch, who let out a squeal. He pulled her into the bed properly, laying her head against the pillows, wresting the sheet out from under her and covering her with it, before slipping beneath the covers himself and moving close to her, his body turned to face hers, as she lay on her back. She turned her face toward him. He could tell she was down for the count.

"Good night, Severus," the witch breathed, dropping off into sleep.

"Good night, Dr. Granger," he said in a low voice, studying the sleeping witch.

Hermione was going to be taken by him eventually, but she had given up her virginity before she felt herself ready in order to save him from being turned. Severus knew she had been frightened…but she drew upon that dormant Gryffindor courage and followed through. How many witches in her situation would have made the choice to get fucked by a possessed wizard in order to save him? Severus knew it wasn't many. If there had been any other witch here than Hermione, he would have been turned by now.

He watched her sleep for a while, before he too drifted off, one pale arm draped across her petite body.

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In the study, Adam panted heavily, having listened in to the passionate exchange. When Severus slammed the door in his face, the randy little wizard cast an amplification charm on the door, and was able to hear every word, every groan and shriek, every slap of bodies.

He was exhausted. His favorite part had been when the Potions Master asked the witch did she want him to hurt her some more.

"Oh my gods…say yes…say yes dammit," he had breathed. He was ecstatic when she did, and he heard their bodies slapping together fast and hard.

Adam was a freak, and he knew it. Well, listening in was the next best thing to being there. Plus, he came when they did. He didn't even have to touch himself, their fucking had been so intense, just hearing them was enough. It was almost a threesome, though his interest was strictly in the Potions Master.

Adam yawned, pulled out his wand and scourgified himself, not the least bit ashamed he had come vicariously. He stood up, and staggered. It had been a good climax.

"Time for beddy-bye," he yawned again, walking through the study door and pressing the bricks, closing it off. He headed for his bedroom.

It had been a long night.

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A/N: Sorry for the late posting. Not a good day…but Hermione and Severus finally connected…as did Adam in his own twisted little way. Gods, what a little freak he is. Lol. Anyway, I hope this chapter was satisfying. Was very out of it. Please review.